Marriage is long: Mr. Huo spoils his wife too much

She laughed, holding a slender cigarette between her white and delicate fingers, with infinite charm.

"Young Master Huo's real girlfriend has turned into a junior lover. I really like this kind of bloody drama. Just thinking about it makes me so excited that I can't help but want to laugh out loud."

Huo Yan's eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Xiao Ran is a justifiable Mrs. Huo. She is my girlfriend now and will be my wife in the future. Don't think too highly of yourself, thinking that you are something, what qualifications do you have to let her always in the shadows."

The eye knife cut her body, from head to toe, there were countless scars, bloody and bloody.

"Compared to Mr. Huo, I'm really nothing, but if you don't divorce me, if I'm on the same marriage certificate as you for a day, Wen Ran must be a mistress for a day."

There was a cold smile on the corner of Lu Qiao's mouth, "Our marriage is recognized by the law. Just for this alone, I can firmly hold Wen Ran down and make her unable to hold her head up."

Lu Qiao stepped on Huo Yan's thunder point in every word and sentence, and said extremely mean words.

She had no other purpose than to anger Huo Yan and settle the matter of divorce.

After finishing speaking, Lu Qiao couldn't help but feel that he was quite funny, a complete joke.

At the beginning, she begged Huo Yan to get married, but now she tried her best to divorce him.

Such a sarcastic gesture made her look really ugly.

Huo Yan's emotions reached the extreme, and when he was extremely angry, he calmed down.

"I said before that the aggressive method doesn't work. I won't divorce you before I get a kidney transplant. Otherwise, what if you insist on this and break the contract after the divorce?"

Huo Yan looked straight at Lu Qiao, his pupils were deep black and very penetrating, as if he could see directly into her heart from her skin.

"After all, you are the kind of scoundrel who will go back on his word and have no moral bottom line."

Lu Qiao's smile froze, "Really? In Mr. Huo's eyes, don't tell me I don't have any merits at all, and I'm just so useless that people hate me?"

Huo Yan gave her an affirmative answer without hesitation: "Yes."

"Ah."

Some small voices rolled in his throat, choked and extremely sad, but he bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and when it reached his mouth, it turned into a sneer with ease.

Outside, the rain became more and more frightened, and the raindrops hurriedly landed on the window, thumping, like someone's slow heartbeat, when it fell down weakly, it left long water marks on the window, much like tears .

The two of them stopped talking, and stood opposite each other. The room was quiet, and the lights in the room looked colder and colder.

Assistant Xu, who was guarding the door, watched the minute hand on the watch move little by little, and finally couldn't help but pushed the door open, "Mr. Lu, the press conference is about to start, you should enter."

"okay, I get it."

Lu Qiao turned her head in response to Assistant Xu's words, pinched her cigarette, and smiled politely at Huo Yan, "Mr. Huo, look, I have something to do here, so I won't chat with you here any more, sorry Excuse me, you can come and go as you please."

He said polite words, but he didn't behave too politely at all. He skipped Huo Yan and walked out the door.

The cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, and the last wisp of smoke curled up, and Lu Qiao had passed by Huo Yan like a gust of wind.

The scent of roses is mixed in the air, and the faint smell is like a secret hidden deep in my heart.